"Whassup, man?" "What up?" "Can you believe I went in this mothafucking place and this, this arrogant son of a bitch behind the had the nerve to call me a fucking superstar" "Rock star" "No, I, no, a superstar, a rock star none the less, but a superstar, yes, no, and, and what I don't understand is how the am I a superstar? How are you a superstar? We don't got a fucking video on MTV" "No!" "I got one car! And it's got a flat tire and a broken rear view mirror" "I got two cars" "You got two cars?" "But still..." "You be a superstar" "No" "I seen you around the hood" "No!" "You be a superstar" "Never!" "Ok, well look, so I don't understand shit, basically that shit ain't shit to me, I ain't a mothafucking.." "You might be a rock star. Ya know, a rock star" "You could be a rock star. With a little bit of effort and a video. I can you into some A&R. I can get you on the radio, you, my friend, can be a rock star" "Nice" "Warped Tour, baby"
(Chorus) Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you ain't Everybody on Superstar, you shit Superstar, you ain't (Say what?) Superstar, you shit Superstar, you shit come on Superstar, you shit Superstar, you ain't let it go to your head
(Monoxide Child) I'm rocking a phat ass mink, and chipped sunglasses So sweet and sticky they call me Molasses Don't let it fool you though, I'm a neck hair permed, all covered in glitter I got bitches falling out of my pockets at all Lying on me, spreading these rumors, to all on me, leaving these people with false lines Bitch, you must be out your goddamn Understand I'm the shit, bitch And you ain't got to say it, I can see it on lips, please Put my dick on a hot dog bun and put in your mouth And my name off your tongue, hoe (BIATCH!) fun in that Twiztid thong I got my homie in the car all night long I ain't (Yeah) You can let the whole world The only way I gets some if the bitch is a hoe (Eat a dick)
(Chorus) Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you shit come on Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you shit (Say what?) Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you shit come on Superstar, you shit Superstar, you ain't Don't let it go to your
(Jamie Madrox) Superstar with the boots and a big old Neck, chest, and dick tip covered in Rhinestone Nipples tells us about them young asses And fucking in a We ass with bounce to the ounce All you lame hoes go and ask your what I'm about Light built, with dollor Got a chauffer a limo I ain't never touch a steering Besides I'm to fine to And after the show it's about high Let's talk about you for a Then lets talk me for an hour and a half Oh yeah, here go that you asking about Don't forget to flash titties on the way out See, I'm a superstar, hell I'm on my own Even I ain't shit And everybody it
(Chorus 2x) Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you ain't Everybody on Superstar, you shit Superstar, you shit (Say what?) Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you shit come on Superstar, you ain't Superstar, you ain't Don't let it go to head